"Yeah, sure." That was about the extent of his acknowledgement of Faram most days, though he had to admit her spells - prayers - whatever - were useful. "You too." That was as friendly as he was going to get. She might have saved his ass once, but he had saved hers, too, that night in the Commoners' District. He figured they were even.
"Next dragon's not scheduled 'til Friday," he deadpanned. That was a joke, too. Sort of. Who the hell know anymore in this town? "Figured on some vitamins before then." He gestured with the arm that was supporting the basket. "Thought it couldn't hurt."